As I walk into the dining area, I look around for the girl I am here to meet. As I look around I see a couple of wealthy businessmen and a few actors and actresses with their dates. I finally notice a girl with brown hazelnut hair who is waving politely to me. I walk over to her table at a respectable pace while giving her a rundown from head to toe.

She was wearing a black off-shoulder mesh dress and looked very beautiful. Mom was not wrong about me liking but so far it’s only been physical attraction. Time to put those thoughts in the gutter as I’m no longer a horny teen anymore. “I take that you are the mysterious girl I was told to meet today by my mother?”

She smiles and welcomes me to the table, “Yes I believe that is me if you are Axel Vaughn the son of the CEO of the YQ CO.”

I give a weak smile, And here we go again looks like it’s another fail mother. I sit down across the table from her looking at her as I start to converse. “So, did you wait long? I was told about this on short notice so I apologize for coming a tad bit late.”

“No do not worry I did not wait too long, knowing you would be here soon made it worth the effort regardless,” She says while blushing a bit.

This is a nice reply, I blame my romantic side for having this one sentence make my heart skip a beat. “Well thank you for waiting, what was the reason you chose to meet me? I’ll have you know I’ve gone through many dates already with those with intentions that might be similar to yours seeing that you identified me instantly as the son of that CEO. Although I guess I don’t really have an identity other than as that man’s son which you would have known beforehand anyways.”

“Before that allow me to introduce myself, I am Rachel Evergreen,” she bows curtly, “ My father is the CEO of Mythril Oil Co., I know that you wouldn’t care less about that but it would be rude of me not to since I know about your father.” Mythril Oil Co. was one of the top oil companies in the country that made sells globally with their slowly expanding expansion across the globe with their international offshore oil rigs. They were also known for investing in many start-up companies and was known for the reason some rising companies exist today.

“Is there anyone who doesn’t know my father? That would be certainly a person I would love to be friends with” I laugh lightly at my joke. Well, first impressions are ok so far, although we are only just beginning she is not too bad. I stop laughing and return to a more serious note. “Although my parents or my father specifically has kept it secret up till now, I feel it would be better if it were to be known.”

I straighten up a bit before continuing, “I turned down the inheritance from my father of the CEO position and any of his wealth whatsoever. I feel that any ulterior motive you might have had with trying to wed me will be shattered as of this moment. I am speaking the truth, this is no lie that I have spoken. So what will you do?” I look at her waiting for her to get up and leave or berate me for giving up all that money.

Surprisingly there were no outbursts of any sort or any signs of contempt, she just smiled gently saying, “ Well that’s a shame ain’t it, so many girls are going to give up on you when they hear that news. I guess that gives me less competition so I am happy.”

Wait a minute here, what does she mean by less competition for her. I just said I turned down any inheritance whatsoever. I cough before speaking once more, “I’ll have you know that right now I am a coffee shop owner. My parents had no helping hand in the business as I chose to make my own path in life and owning a cafe was just the way I want to live my life. Being with me will not lead you to any money or extra success. Hardly any fame other than the bad kind for being married to the person who turned down everything despite being given the world at my feet.” This time she will realize what I am saying and leave.

She looks at me shockingly just like I was anticipating, “Wai- what do you mean you are turning down your inheri-... Well, anyways a coffee shop huh? That’s amazing I would love to visit. I’m not sure if I should laugh or pretend to be sad, or just tell you that I could care less about your wealth and social status.” she shifts her leg across the other as she continues, “Allow me to tell you a story, it is one from many years ago but you will understand why I am sitting before you today after you listen to it.”

“I’m listening,” I respond absentmindedly but somewhat intrigued.

She sits up more and starts telling her story, “About 15 years ago, there was a little girl. This little girl went with her father to a big party where he was meeting some important people, but as she was there she grew bored because there were only adults there at the party so she chose to sneak out and play outside for a bit. When she went outside she quickly got herself stuck in her own world and was having fun walking around near the establishment. As she was playing outside a man walked up to her with a shady smile. He said that he was there to pick her up because her dad was getting ready to leave so for her to go with him to her father. The girl didn’t believe the man and told her that her dad is still inside at the party, so the man got anxious and just picked her up and started walking away holding her mouth shut. She realized she was getting kidnapped but no matter how much she kicked and screamed, the man was unfazed by her kicks and he stifled her screams with his hand.

Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

This girl went through a traumatic experience indeed, she deserves my full attention at the very least. I listened more intently to her story and focused on her words and frightening tale.

She put her leg back down and looked at me and smiled, “When she thought all hope was lost, all of a sudden the man tripped and lost grip of me, she fell down and landed on my bum. Right before she realized it a young boy picked me up and started running back towards the building the party was being held. she had no idea where the boy came but she was overjoyed that someone came to rescue her and she cried slowing my pace as we were running. The boy wiped my tears and told her to save the crying after they got away from the bad person. She nodded and kept her pace up with the boy, but that quick moment of talking had allowed the shady man to catch up to them. The man grabbed the boy by the collar and yelled at him for being a little runt and making it harder for him then it was supposed to. The man shoved him to the ground then picked him up again and started to come towards the girl.”

I feel like I remember this story, was I the boy in this story? It was so long ago but I remember vaguely about a young girl who I had seen walking outside during a party and followed her to play with her since it was boring inside the party. But that was so long ago how would she still keep looking for that boy, even me if I was that boy. I can’t believe it so easily it might just be a new technique I haven’t seen before.

“As the man was reaching towards the girl, frantic footsteps were heard nearby coming to their direction. Voices calling out for an Axel were heard with the footsteps, the man looks at the boy and cursed under his breath and dropped the boy and ran off. Moments later security guards found them and asked if they were ok before taking them back to the party safely. The girl decided that whoever this boy is, she will find him and become his to pay back his kindness and courageousness of saving her from a evil criminal.” She finishes speaking and sits back a bit looking at me with what seemed to be a tear welling up in her eye.

I don’t think I can call it fake anymore… I think hard to try and remember these events in the back of my head. Bits and pieces came about and then I remembered the young girl had worn a green dress. “Pardon my abruptness, but what color dress was this young girl wearing if you remember.”

She wipes her tear and responds, “I remember every detail of that dear event, I was wearing a green dress with these little black flats. The boy was wearing a black suit with a blue vest inside. Does that ring a bell?”

I start to remember more details of a similar event, I think she is speaking the truth, but why would she keep looking for me after 15 years. “I see, that is a interesting tale you have told me. I can’t say I believe you completely but I don’t see it as wrong either.”

She covers her mouth as she laughs politely, “I did not mean to use that as a way to do anything but tell you why that young girl fell in love with that boy. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Ah, how mysterious of you, alright I’ll take a bite on your bait. So where has this little girl been all these years?” I sit more comfortably as I keenly listen to her.

“Well, she attended school much like others, once she graduated she wanted to pursue her art as a career so she begged her parents to allow her to attend a prestigious art school in France which they allowed. For 5 years she spent in France perfecting her art until she felt satisfactory enough to leave the beautiful country of France and come back home.”

“And when she came back home she heard from her father that he may know the boy who saved her 15 years ago and that he was single still, lucky me. And now that girl has finally met with that boy after confirming that he was indeed that special young boy who saved her.”

Well darn this girl is either quite the storyteller, or she actually is that little girl I saved 15 years ago. “I see, you chose to pursue the fine arts, a fine choice one must say for one so beautiful. A beautiful woman making beautiful paintings, one does not ask for more than that.”

She smiles with a hint of happiness, “I am but a paintbrush stroking the inner workings of my soul and life story onto my paper canvas out to the world. Thank you for your kind words, they were well worth the 15 years of wait.”

A waiter comes to pour us a drink of wine and tells us our food will be out shortly. I thank him before shifting my attention back to her. “Now forgive me for asking so after this long but may I call you Rachel or would you prefer beautiful lass in the black dress.”

She giggles hiding her laugh behind her purse,”You may call me Rachel, you are quite the jokester Axel. Might I ask if I will be getting a second date or not, or was my heart-wrenching story not enough,” she grins while saying so.

Ok ok this girl likes to mess around, I can vibe with that. We begin to talk more about how it has been going recently and such, my cafe and how the business has been doing. She talked about her painting she is working on. Things were going well for once, and I did not feel a hint of any of the usual ulterior motives I have been able to decipher and smell out from her. She feels different, she isn’t a gold digger or out for fame, I am so confused with this girl but she just feels right.